You Can't Get To Florida Naked Testo

til' the endwe'll be riding through this night
because the words we have to say will always fall on deaf ears
we'll swallow our suggestions as our bodies disappear into the world's broken heart
kings of nothing:
we know what we are
sicking their dogs on us just to watch something nip at our heels
stumbling over roots of regret and leftover white lies
watching our structures fall under the weight of an overbearing big brother
i lost the white upper-class american dream too long ago to ever want it back
fly today, fall tomorrow
never forget, never swallow
these thoughts, too important
to become just a fucking afterthought
and til' the end,
this is all we'll have to say to eachother
sick with speed,
our heels kick up the dust of our forefathers
and so we'll ride tonight to remember what we've lost
and the things we've gained that we can't expect anyone else to understand
fly today, fall tomorrow
never forget, never swallow
these thoughts, too important
to become just a fucking afterthought
there will be no crowds to follow us in
but there will always be us, there will always be our friends
tomorrow will never mean anything if you can't live tonight
i've krept through the shadows of my entire life
waiting for freedom to follow me
life's not a bumper sticker
freedom is fucking free